This body is an amazing machine. Each body is. Last night my wife and I started painting and cleaning and organizing. Six hours later we laid down. Six hours of stretching to reach the corners. Six hours of laboring. Six hours of talking, laughing, sighing, sweating, spraying, rolling and hoping to be done.
At 2 AM we were exhausted. Our bodies felt drained. Our feet hurt. Our backs ached. Yet we felt incredible. The walls were done. Closets sparkled. Relief. Pleasure. Smiles.
How is it that tiredness and soreness get coupled with elation and excitement?
Life is an paradox. It is full of tension.
Working hard can fill you with endorphins of happiness.
Slothing aroun can cause depression to weigh you down.
Jesus is full of paradox. Fully God and fully man. Lose life to gain life. Serve to be great. Die to yourself to really live. Narrow is the way to truth. Came to die, so we can live.
It seems like the greatest pleasures, discoveries and truth in life are found in paradox. Which makes me think. What am I doing that is so easy, so me centered, so comfortable that though it might be nice in the moment, it becomes wasteful in the end? On the contrary. What can I engage in that is so hard, labor intensive and costly that at end of the work is filled with meaning and purpose?
Yesterday we labored and enjoyed the outcome. Today we rested and are ready for more.
What if we took this approach every day in every situation?
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